“Please forgive me. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. If I surprised her, if I saw her alone, I might make her understand. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. He brightened as she took off her hood. He woke up with a start and the alarm clock read 4:46 P. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. “Freedom! Citizenship! And the way to that—the way to everything—is the Vote.
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